King Size: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

by Lexi Whitlow

  “I want your lips around my cock, Julie,” I groaned.

  She got onto her knees and licked a stripe up my cock that was glistening with her juices, and when she finally allowed me entrance into the warmth of her mouth I had to lay my head back onto the bed. Her mouth was so warm, and the back of her throat felt so wonderful, and I wound my fingers into the tendrils of her hair while she sucked the like from my dick.

  “Jesus, Julie. Oh, yeah.”

  Her tongue swirled around the tip of my leaking dick, and I already felt my balls curling up into my body, but when she moaned around my cock, it threw me over the edge.

  “Julie! Oh-... fuck, Julie. Yeah, baby. Oh, God!”

  I pumped my cum into her mouth, and she gobbled it up without a sound, and when I looked up at her, she was already crawling up my body.

  “I want you, Axel,” she desperately whispered.

  Her swollen pussy hovered above my still-hard cock, and when she slowly lowered herself on it, she dropped her robe and showed me her bare, smooth body. My hands flew to her hips while her head lobbed back in pleasure, and as she rode my dick, I watched her clit slowly swell in front of my eyes.

  The pad of my thumb made its way to her swollen nub, and I drew lustful patterns along her skin while her body bucked wildly against mine. Her hair flew around her face, and her features were contorted in pleasure, and I committed every single part of her to memory.

  “Ride that dick, Julie. Dear God-”

  “Yes, Axel. You’re so big… and you fill me so well.”

  I felt her walls fluttering around my thick dick yet again, and when she fell over the edge, her pulsating pussy pulled me deeper and deeper into her body. Her hands planted onto my chest, and she was heaving for air, and while I was still inside of her with her juices dripping down my empty balls, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

  I breathed in her scent and committed every single attribute of hers to memory. I ran my fingertips up and down her back while her body still shook with her earth-shattering orgasm, and when I finally felt her calm down in my arms, I turned my head and pressed a kiss to her ear.

  “Get some rest,” I whispered to her.

  And all she gave me in return was a sleepy nod into the crook of my neck.

  Julie

  Julie - Chapter Sixteen

  I shuffled around and stretched that morning, and when my arm came down something behind me groaned. I felt a tightening in my abdomen before something pushed into the crook of my neck, and when I felt Axel’s lips pucker against my skin, I couldn’t help but smile. Every morning I woke up in his arms, and every morning I woke up with a smile on my face. He was strong and somehow pliable against my skin, and every time he smiled into my shoulder I couldn’t help but feel the goosebumps that rose all along the small of my back.

  I shifted in his arms, and he groaned his disapproval, and it made me giggle when I shifted around to face him.

  “Don’t go,” he croaked.

  I kissed the tip of his nose and let the words fall from my lips just before the tug of guilt settled onto my morning-hazed mind.

  “Never,” I whispered.

  Axel nuzzled into me and wrapped his arms back around my body, but it was the way he started trailing his fingertips along my back that made me grind into his thick morning wood.

  “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured.

  “I do, actually,” I smirked. “Because you tell me all the time.”

  He rolled me over onto my back and fell between my legs, and my morning scent covered his pelvis before he slowly slid into me. He brushed my hair from my eyes and looked at me deeply when he slowly began to roll his hips into my body, and the electricity that puckered my nipples against his strong chest caused my body to shiver. I rose my hips to meet his, and my hands clung to his back, and our lips messily danced on one another’s while the sun slowly streamed through the curtains of my room.

  His breath was hot on my skin, and his dick was thick in my body, and I felt myself quickly approaching my peak, and it caused me to wrap my legs around his waist. His morning musk peppered my body, and his cock massaged all the right parts of me, and I could feel my essence slowly dripping down the balls that were lightly smacking against my skin. His rippling muscles pulsated and contracted underneath my movements, and his grunts covered my skin in a warmth I’d never found with anyone else, and when my toes began to curl, I knew exactly why I’d knocked on his trailer when I saw his name on that poster board.

  I knew exactly why I had sought him out.

  “Please, Axel,” I breathed.

  “Anything for you,” he murmured into my skin.

  Faster and faster he went, and soon our skin was slapping against one another’s. He cradled my head and looked deep into my eyes, and when I felt his hips begin to stutter against mine, I nibbled at his shoulder and nestled my nose into the crook of his neck.

  “Oh God, yes,” I whispered.

  His body tensed with heat and his hips sunk deep into mine, and my pussy fluttered around him and pulled him as deep as he could possibly go before he spilled wholly into my entrance. The way his body was writhing against mine and the way his skin felt, sweaty and stained from the love we had just made, the words that tumbled from his lips didn’t shock nor scare me.

  “I love you, Julie.”

  I panted and felt his body collapse onto mine, and he stayed sheathed inside of my wet heat while his morning wood sat and pulsed with its desire for a second round. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and closed my eyes, and when I parted my lips the same words tumbled from them just as naturally as they had years ago in college.

  “I love you too, Axel.”

  He raised up and looked me in my eyes and the smile that crossed his face stirred something deep in the pit of my soul. I’d always loved Axel, and I knew I always would. I knew, in college, that he was the only man for me, and all the men I had ever come across in Paris didn’t hold a candle to the strong, rugged, strapping, gentle human I’d fallen in love with.

  Fallen in love with and left.

  “I’ve always loved you, Julie,” he began. “From the moment I laid eyes on you until the moment you appeared at my trailer until now. Jesus, when your mother called and said-”

  He slid off my body and out from between my legs, and I shifted and felt him spill out of me. But, I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I was lying in a mess and I didn’t care that I hadn’t brushed my teeth and I didn’t even care that we still hadn’t addressed why I left in the first place-- much less the fact that I was leaving next week.

  All I cared about were the words he was about to say and how they obviously affected him so deeply.

  To anyone else, Axel was a stubborn ass. He listened to no one, took no advice, and always took the long way ‘round when it came to his goals. He shrugged off opinions and sometimes even told others to flat out shut their mouths, and he kept to himself at all costs whenever he could. He would always tell you that people exhausted him and that if they were exhausting they were stupid and he didn’t want to waste his time anyway.

  But with me, he always relented. With me, he always yielded.

  Why the hell did I ever think he would stop me from going to Paris?

  “I thought I’d lost you, Julie,” he said lowly.

  “I’m right here,” I whispered. I brushed his matted nighttime hair back from his face and studied his features, committing them to memory just in case this never happened again. Just in case I never got to lay here with him naked and vulnerable while still feeling beautiful and loved and cared for.

  We had to talk, but for now, this was enough.

  For the first time in three weeks, I didn’t wake up with a headache. My body didn’t hurt, and my stomach didn’t churn, and when I came down the stairs to Axel making pancakes my mouth salivated out of a hungry need rather than from deprecating nausea I couldn’t shake. I slathered homemade molasses on them, and Axel challenged me to
an eating contest, and I watched him shovel down 10 pancakes to my four while we covered ourselves in sweet, sticky goodness.

  “I gotta get back to the ranch today,” Axel mentioned.

  “I was wondering when you were gonna resume your life,” I smirked.

  “Not until I knew you were alright. And obviously, by the way, you wolfed down breakfast, you’re doin’ just fine.”

  “You’re such a jerk, you know I’ve always had an appetite.”

  “That was some decent eatin’, though. Lookin’ forward to watchin’ you slosh lunch all over your shirt.”

  I slapped him playfully on his chest, and he grasped my hand within his. He brought it to his lips and kissed the top of my skin, and I felt my breath catch in my throat before he tilted my chin up towards him and captured my lips in a sweet, resounding kiss.

  “I’ll be in just before lunch to make us somethin’,” he said lowly.

  “I could make us something if you’d like.”

  “Don’t bother yourself with it, it’ll probably just be sandwiches and chips.”

  “Let me do something for you, Axel,” I asked.

  “What makes you think you don’t already?”

  He kissed my forehead as a blush crept down my neck, and I watched him go out to his farm as he began tending to all his animals. I watched him groom and feed his horses before he moved to check the bulls, and when he let them all out to pasture, I saw him disappear into the heifer den, probably to milk them down and check on the ones carrying calves. He was in there for a while, so I retreated back upstairs to take a shower, and that’s when my mind began to race. I thought about the conversation ahead of us that would eventually occur and all the questions I knew he would ask, and I felt tears crest my eyes at the very idea of accusing him of holding me back.

  My common sense told me he never would’ve, but my fears told me to not take the chance.

  I had no idea how I was going to broach the conversation, but what I did know was that Axel deserved answers I’d been holding on to for many years. I also knew that I’d fallen right back in love with him and that not a night had gone by that I hadn’t yearned for him to stay with me. The few nights he did retreat back to his room were nights I struggled to sleep and woke up feeling cold, and I knew that when I carried all this back to Paris with me, it would take me weeks to reorient myself.

  Just like it did when I left him five years ago.

  I had to go back to Paris, my entire life and career were there. But it made me so sick to think of leaving him that I tumbled out of the shower and threw myself into the toilet. The breakfast I had indeed wolfed down came barking back up the tree, and when I was done heaving, I wiped my mouth, sat down, and cried.

  I had to tell him. I had to sit him down today and tell him everything. I didn’t know how I was going to start the conversation and I didn’t know if he would let me stay the last week or throw me out onto my ass, but I couldn’t keep doing this to him, and I sure as hell couldn't keep doing this to us. As easy as it was for me to just run from my problems, I was tired of running.

  I loved him with everything I had, and I’m not sure I had ever stopped… and because of that, he deserved better.

  He deserved answers, and he deserved those answers served to him. He shouldn’t have to dig, or begin the conversation, or even wait between my pauses. I needed to bring it up, and once I started talking I couldn't stop until it was all said. Until he had all his answers.

  Until he understood what had happened and that it wasn’t his fault.

  I pulled myself off the bathroom floor and eventually got dressed. The clock was blaring a few minutes past noon, and my hands suddenly began to tremble. I felt short of breath and tears were rising to my eyes, and before I could settle myself down, I heard Axel’s voice waft up the stairs and ricochet down the hallway.

  “Julie! Lunch’ll be ready in about fifteen!”

  Axel

  Axel - Chapter Seventeen

  I started throwing us some sandwiches together and pulled out a couple glass bottled Orange Crush’s. I knew that was Julie’s favorite drink if she wasn’t guzzling down sweet tea, and then I threw some chips and salsa onto the table before making a small fruit salad. It wasn’t the nicest lunch ever, but it would do before I had to go back and tend to the animals some more. I heard Julie shuffling around upstairs, and I couldn’t help but rush to the bottom of the steps when I heard her starting to come down.

  “I can get down a flight of steps now,” she smirked.

  “Rather be safe than sorry,” I smiled.

  She looked absolutely beautiful, and my heart thundered in my chest. She had on a pair of white linen pants and a tight, pink tank top. Her feet were bare, and her hair was fluttering around her neck, and the smile on her face sent shivers down my spine. I’d completely fallen back into love with this woman, and I intended to talk with her over lunch about trying to do the long-distance thing. I didn’t know what she was doing now or where she was doing it, but I wanted her to know that I supported her and that, wherever she was, we could somehow make this work.

  “Come on. I got sandwiches, Orange Crush, and chips.”

  “Oh god, Orange Crush. I haven’t had it in ages,” she groaned.

  We made our way to the kitchen table, and before we sat down, she snatched up her open bottle. She chugged it back and swallowed hard, moaning and groaning while she did so, and I felt a small tent growing behind my pants. A small drop of orange liquid trickled out the side of her mouth, and mindlessly I reached out to swipe it away. The orange drop hit my finger and pulled away from her skin, and when she looked at me, there was a hint of something there that I couldn’t put my finger on.

  “Just a little drop there,” I said lowly.

  She cleared her throat and dropped herself into her seat, and I went over to the fridge and grabbed her another bottle before I sat down.

  “Well, one of my heifer’s looks to be ready to pop within the next week or so. I’ve gotta place a call to the vet and have him come over to take a look at her.

  “Oh, wow, how exciting. You sure you don’t want place that call now?” she asked.

  “I’ll do it after I’m done eating. Right now, she’s sleeping, and I don’t wanna risk him coming over now and waking her up.”

  “How’re the bulls doing? Don’t you have rodeo lessons you give as well?” she asked.

  “I canceled and moved those around, so they won’t start up for another few days. Which is fine, because those boys need a rest anyway.”

  “Ah. Gotcha.”

  Julie was mindlessly eating her sandwich and seemed thoroughly preoccupied, and I started to become worried.

  “You feelin’ alright? Did something happen while I was working?” I asked.

  “Not at all. Why would you think that?”

  “You just seem a little… off, I guess.”

  I watched her nod slowly, but when she set her sandwich down and sighed, I knew I’d hit a nerve.

  “Julie, what’s going on,” I prodded, “are you getting nauseous again? Is your head still hurting?”

  “No no no, nothing like that,” she sighed. I saw tears rise to her eyes and I immediately dropped my sandwich. I got up and went over to her and dropped down to my knee, and that’s when I watched her face crinkle up.

  “Axel, I’ve gotta tell you something, and I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it,” she sniffled.

  “Julie. I’ve got you. What in the world is going on?” I took her hand and started rubbing circles on it, but she pulled away from me and shot up from her chair.

  “You remember that night in college?” she blurted out. I slowly rose from my kneeled position and felt my entire body grow rigid, and that’s when I realized why she was so afraid.

  We were about to have this conversation, and I had no idea where it was about to go.

  “I’ll never forget it,” I murmured lowly.

  “Jesus…” she breathed. “I-I-I, uh… I hav
e a confession to make,” she stammered.

  “Alright,” I nodded. I was trying to keep my cool, but I could feel my hands balling up into fists. I never planned on having this conversation, all I wanted to do was talk with her about us moving forward. The past was the past, and I was more than willing to leave it here, but she was apparently dead set on dredging it up.

  Shocker. Julie always seemed to be a bit stuck in the past.

  “I got a job offer. In Paris,” she began. “And, um… it was essentially my dream job, you know? They were hiring me to be an apprentice to one of the premier fashion labels that dominates that area. Axel, I mean… they don’t pay apprentices, you know? And they loved my stuff so much they were going to pay me.”

  I kept my cool and kept my mouth shut, but the tears streaming down her face told me she wasn’t done.

  “They told me I was due in the office June 9th,” she said lightly.

  “June what?” I asked.

  “9th…” she whispered.

  “The day after graduation,” I said slowly.

  I watched her nod, but there were so many things that still didn’t make sense.

  “How the hell did you get a place to stay that quickly?” I breathed.

  She slowly panned her gaze to me, and I felt my body grow cold.

  “You were researching places…” I trailed off.

  “For about a month,” she admitted.

  “You knew for a fucking month, Julie?”

  But, her pause told me everything I needed to know.

  “How long did you know about that job, Julie!?” I exclaimed.

  “They contacted me in March. Axel, I swear to God I tried to find a way to tell you. Every time I researched apartments and every time I choked on how expensive it was going to be to live in Paris. Every single time there was an opening in a conversation I tried to tell you. But I thought-”